He was coming too late
The hopes she had nurtured
Had perished like leaves
With fall, but she stood still
Waiting for his arrival
A forgotten scarecrow in the
Frozen tundra, wondering
If his insistent sun could
Melt the ice within her.
He was coming too late
The hopes she had nurtured
Had perished like leaves
With fall, but she stood still
Waiting for his arrival
A forgotten scarecrow in the
Frozen tundra, wondering
If his insistent sun could
Melt the ice within her.
Somehow…this speaks to me.